Hurricane You are So windy Rainy too The trees you Knock down The way you Take out beach Houses Don`t hurt Me I am so Sad My friend’s beach House is Gone I don`t like You hurricane Not At All
Brittany
Oh snow,
I love the way you dance to the ground. You're special in your own ways. Each and every flake, Different in the way they're made. I love the way you help children make beautiful snow angels. Oh snow, I love the way you paint landscapes, Oh snow, I love when you are Near Far Wherever on the planet Earth. And how you make everything, Beautiful.
Ethan Ode to Art You are messy very very messy space into staring You hang in museums, never looking You are sometimes 5 FOOT TALL STONE SCULPTURES And you are sometimes paintings that stare into space You are also mobiles that float under the roofs of houses Moving with the wind
Ode to Poetry
A leaf left on an unburdened branch Twisting in breeze and turbulence Breathing relief in each snatched lull Should not be chained to a picture frame Or set to pace forever in a film. No, let this scene be spoken again And again, and with each new voice A new autumn gust be brought against The resilient leaf. Let it be Set free to fly from tongues to ears, Floating on articulated currents. Let it become poetry! by Michael Clark
Ode to Autumn By Jake
Oh, autumn, chilly autumn, you give me the shivers.
I rake up the leaves and make it my fort.
I feel so happy playing in the leaves.
I collect leaves from the piles of leaves I jump and frolic in. All of the pumpkins I could think of and jack-o-lanterns shining bright on Halloween night.
The turkey on the day of Thanksgiving, with pumpkin pie, apple pie, oh, what a treat.
Oh, autumn. No more sweltering days like in summer.
Just cool days, with me playing in leaf piles and the strong winds.
Oh, autumn, chilly autumn, I hope you’ll never go away.
Life is so b-e-a-u-ti-ful
Thus the greener of your side Unlimitless allows abundant plentiful Opportunities, to be seen like jekyll & hyde
Life is beautiful, I'm just appreciative to be a part of the big picture, Freedom is attained; it is who I am Unfortunately, seeing is believe and not believing to see In reality, the world only sees materialistic fixtures,
Freedom is your own way, and not the way of uncle Sam Rid all the rules and encompass trust and let us be.
-Jimmy
An Ode to Winter by Gianna
Winter so chilly I put on my Coat, hat, mittens and Boots I go outside And build a snowman Me and my sister then Build a wall and have a snowball fight We all go to the Park and go sledding As I quickly go down The hill I fall into the Snow Winter why are you so cold? Then We go inside and get Some hot chocolate As the three Marshmallows Fall in the go plump, plump, plump Winter Winter
- Andrew L
An ode to Hanukkah For eight straight nights We light those lights While wearing our yarmulkes
Dad lights the menorah Which is high up, on the mantle Burning, with all eight candles We will then dance the horah
Then while stories are told I go to the table And spin my dreidel In hopes, of winning gold
I pray it lands on Gimel For then, I will win But if it lands on Shin I will have to put a nickel in
For eight straight nights Every December We celebrate and remember Hanukkah, the festival of lights
Ode to Hurricanes by Aashrit Oh how fast you are! and the crashing waves and great swirling winds you bring with you, out from the sea come unremitting and crash against the shores. You can destroy a city, flood a basement or sink a car. Each time you change your speed and come with a new kind of devastation
There are seven of you that rank as the greatest storms of all time. You help form the perfect storm, once in very fifty years. You can battle a noreaster and high winds from Greenland.
People watch you with fear on tv as weathermen predict when you will hit shore. Oh hurricanes, why do you cause this much destruction?
Ryan
ode to the weather
to the clouds, high and puffy white like sheep, soft and fluffy drift on an autumn afternoon floating in the sky and passing me by across this outdoor living room
a thick carpet of green grass a bright sunset like brass as this last perfect day, falls victim to the night with the last passing breath seeing all that is left they remain encased in the sunlight
no words can tie me down no memories can make me drown in a pool of my own joy with these memories i keep around to make me happy like a little boy
Group A
Liam
HurricaneYou are
So windy
Rainy too
The trees you
Knock down
The way you
Take out beach
Houses
Don`t hurt
Me
I am so
Sad
My friend’s beach
House is
Gone
I don`t like
You hurricane
Not
At
All
Brittany
Oh snow,
I love the way you dance to the ground.
You're special in your own ways.
Each and every flake,
Different in the way they're made.
I love the way you help children make beautiful snow angels.
Oh snow,
I love the way you paint landscapes,
Oh snow,
I love when you are
Near
Far
Wherever on the planet Earth.
And how you make everything,
Beautiful.
Ethan
Ode to Art
You are messy
very
very
messy
space
into
staring
You hang in museums, never looking
You are sometimes 5 FOOT TALL STONE SCULPTURES
And you are sometimes paintings that stare into space
You are also mobiles that float under the roofs of houses
Moving with the wind
Ode to Poetry
A leaf left on an unburdened branch
Twisting in breeze and turbulence
Breathing relief in each snatched lull
Should not be chained to a picture frame
Or set to pace forever in a film.
No, let this scene be spoken again
And again, and with each new voice
A new autumn gust be brought against
The resilient leaf. Let it be
Set free to fly from tongues to ears,
Floating on articulated currents.
Let it become poetry!
by Michael Clark
Ode to Autumn
By Jake
Oh, autumn, chilly autumn,
you give me the shivers.
I rake up the leaves
and make it my fort.
I feel so happy
playing in the leaves.
I collect leaves
from the piles
of leaves I jump
and frolic in.
All of the pumpkins
I could think of
and jack-o-lanterns
shining bright on
Halloween night.
The turkey on the
day of Thanksgiving,
with pumpkin pie, apple pie,
oh, what a treat.
Oh, autumn.
No more
sweltering days
like in summer.
Just cool days,
with me playing in leaf piles
and the strong winds.
Oh, autumn, chilly autumn,
I hope you’ll never go away.
Life is so b-e-a-u-ti-ful
Thus the greener of your side
Unlimitless allows abundant plentiful
Opportunities, to be seen like jekyll & hyde
Life is beautiful, I'm just appreciative to be a part of the big picture,
Freedom is attained; it is who I am
Unfortunately, seeing is believe and not believing to see
In reality, the world only sees materialistic fixtures,
Freedom is your own way, and not the way of uncle Sam
Rid all the rules and encompass trust and let us be.
-Jimmy
An Ode to Winter
by Gianna
Winter so chilly
I put on my
Coat, hat, mittens and
Boots I go outside
And build a snowman
Me and my sister then
Build a wall and have
a snowball fight
We all go to the
Park and go sledding
As I quickly go down
The hill I fall into the
Snow Winter why are
you so cold? Then
We go inside and get
Some hot chocolate
As the three Marshmallows
Fall in the go plump, plump, plump
Winter Winter
- Andrew L
An ode to Hanukkah
For eight straight nights
We light those lights
While wearing our yarmulkes
Dad lights the menorah
Which is high up, on the mantle
Burning, with all eight candles
We will then dance the horah
Then while stories are told
I go to the table
And spin my dreidel
In hopes, of winning gold
I pray it lands on Gimel
For then, I will win
But if it lands on Shin
I will have to put a nickel in
For eight straight nights
Every December
We celebrate and remember
Hanukkah, the festival of lights
Ode to Hurricanes
by Aashrit
Oh how fast you
are! and the crashing
waves and great
swirling winds you bring
with you, out from the sea
come unremitting and crash
against the shores. You can
destroy a city, flood a
basement or sink a car. Each
time you change your speed
and come with a new kind of
devastation
There are seven of you
that rank as the greatest
storms of all time. You help
form the perfect storm, once
in very fifty years. You can
battle a noreaster and
high winds from Greenland.
People watch you with fear
on tv as weathermen
predict when you will hit
shore.
Oh hurricanes, why do
you cause this much destruction?
Ryan
ode to the weather
to the clouds, high and puffy
white like sheep, soft and fluffy
drift on an autumn afternoon
floating in the sky
and passing me by
across this outdoor living room
a thick carpet of green grass
a bright sunset like brass
as this last perfect day, falls victim to the night
with the last passing breath
seeing all that is left
they remain encased in the sunlight
no words can tie me down
no memories can make me drown
in a pool of my own joy
with these memories i keep around
to make me happy like a little boy